Nov 9, 2022
Athuisa as a giant puppy who doesn’t quite understand her size or strength. She splashes in puddles and singes the curtains. Arthur hates it.
“Merlin get your damn dragon out of the throne room.” “Merlin can you at least train that thing.” “Merlin, I swear I will skin that thing alive if it ruins another pair of my boots.”
One day, when Athuisa is about the size of a Great Dane, Merlin catches her and Arthur lying in bed together. He’s patting her head and she’s docilely lying with her head on his chest looking up at him with puppy-like eyes.
“You’re almost too big for this,” Arthur tells her and she lets out a smoky indignant huff. “Don’t worry, I’ll sneak you treats and we’ll nap in the forest.”
